"The world is changing. You ain't no one unless you got yourself a phone and a laptop, some hook ups and a nice job. And that's what I want." Jon wanted it for others, not himself. He stroked his horse for longer and kissed the top of it's head. Well, it was his champion.

"Oh, aye, there's your Giac."

There he was, ruffled and bleeding from the nose but seeming quite happy in and of himself. Sam turned and then patted himself down, pulling a clean tissue from his pocket and handing it to Barty. "There you are, Giac. We were worrying."

"Why?" Giacomo asked. The full word. W H Y. Why.